My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
We have a conversationSame old same old Yet, it never passes the test of timeMy mother won't hold my hand But she told me she would always love me...onceWords spoken dead of night dreams illuminate She comes to me in a haze of clouds A heavenly sound; flutter of angel's wingsI hesitate to remain emotion …
I was dreaming, sleepy comfort zone Walking with my big brother Familiar streets a memory of our time together A sensation wisps of joy of safety of family His smile beaming my pride worn like a badge of honor Beaming like a light into the future A beacon in the night guidance rough seas ahead …
A breeze from the north pushes a sense of freedom, blowing smoke vapor - yet, not sure why; it's a bounce back reflective thing I guess; reminiscent of a conflict, a non declared war taking its toll, the body count continued to rise even after it’s proclaimed ending back then, during those days of peace, love and LSD …
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
Dry winds blow from somewhere south of the city limits and I'm flying high above the clouds headed west to witness the joining of his life to hers and my emotions are a tightrope of joy and anticipation I shift in my seat 1st class buzz a glass of champagne compliments of Delta it's a …
Hanging on by a single thread silk woven bare bones And you ask why I don't cry or why I sleep walk instead Of resting dream like in my bed and all I can think about is how my hands ache Every time I walk past a grave site with granite stone shining bright There …
White roses, scent drifts solemn breeze carries me...Delicate petals gingerly placed mournful - Reflect black granite mementos perfection in each bud... Thoughtful colors of the season fall upon me - Mums pumpkin orange shades of gold sunlight yellow ...acknowledge no one leaves this place unmoved by the stillness and grace - Engraved stone tells a …
Ode to the woman that carried my name that carried the ties that bind and if truth be told - love behold the gentler times are all that matter today a day that time dissipates into tears of joy and memories reflect tints of glorious color while the sharpness blurs into muted shades of gray …
Your father is not mine My mother is yours We grew up in the same house Your eyes are blue Mine brown We shared the same dreams and nightmares You carried yours As a concealed weapon hidden Mine on my sleeve A rebel flag fully exposed You ran with the wind at your back chasing …
Trilby Yates 